Free How to Meet a Billionaire: Part 1 (BBW BDSM Erotica) by Sasha Livingston Page B

verbal war we were in.
    “ So you don’t have a
girlfriend you…correct?” Men scouting for their mistresses online
calling themselves single was like an epidemic of online
dating.
    That question provoked a small chuckle
from Brian as he took a sip of his water.His pink lips wrapped
around the straw. I wanted to kiss those lips, moisten them with my
tongue.
    “ I’m not the boyfriend
type. I’m not that easy to be in a relationship with.” There was no
break in eye contact when he said that.
    Now this made no sense. Was this the
same man that I sent so many messages to? The one that longed for a
relationship like a previous one that went bad. Telling me of the
ways he wanted me to please him.
    “ That’s not exactly what
you said before.” This was one hell of an initial meeting. Already
we were coming to a disagreement.
    “ Well, I remember telling
you that I wanted a relationship but I didn’t say boyfriend.” Now
he was right that was what he said.
    I guess he was right, but this now
sounded weird. What did he really want then?
    “ So you just want to toy
with girls on websites?” I saw a tinge of annoyance pass through
his face.
    “ That mouth is going to
get you in trouble one day.”
    “ It already has.” I shot
back. Playing this verbal tennis match with him was fun. Thinking
of all the times in grade school that I served detention for
mouthing off to one of the Nuns made me cringe. I was a grown woman
now and could say what I wanted.
    “ I like that about you.
That you speak your mind,” He glanced around as if to see who was
listening. “You don’t often find those qualities in a
submissive.”
    “ In a what.” That ‘S’ word
he used almost sounded like an insult.
    His eyebrows raised, tilting his head
as if he were unsure of what my problem was and couldn’t figure it
out.
    “ That word you used. What
does that mean?” His furrowed brow stared at me as if I were
speaking a different language.
    “ What do you mean? You are
Kara from online right.” He looked around the bar as if he were in
the wrong place.
    “ Yes but you lost me at
being submissive.” That was a word I heard in marriages about the
wife succeeding to their husband. I wasn’t sure why Brian was using
it now.
    “ The site we were on…” His
voice trailed off as if he were trying to find the words. “Do you
know what it was for?”
    Now that must have been a rhetorical
question, but the way he looked at me, Brian was, in fact, waiting
on an answer.
    “ Ummm a dating site
right?” His lips, shit I just noticed them. Thin succulent pieces
of flesh that I wanted to kiss.
    “ Yes but...you put BDSM on
your profile.”
    “ Yeah, that’s the one for
big plus size girls right?” I looked down at myself. My low
neckline, pudgy stomach. Did he not notice that I wasn’t a twig? I
was serious, but Brian let out a laugh that radiated through the
bar. He shook his head, closing his eyes and putting a hand to his
forehead. Whatever I said must have been completely wrong or
right...I wasn’t sure.
    “ It is the badge for
bondage, dominance, sadism, and masochism. Do you know what any of
that means?” It was my turn to shake my head, but there was no
laughing. All of it sounded serious.
    “ I...I had no idea.” I was
putting it all together in my head. I remember distinctly having a
bad day dealing with bills and student loan budgeting and Miranda
suggested I try out this new site but she never explained much
after that.
    Brian eyed me putting the pieces
together.
    “ So you think I’m an
escort.” My face was a stone of seriousness.
    “ No, that’s not what it is
either,” He took on a face of a teacher informing a pupil. “There
doesn’t have to be any money exchanged. It’s a different kind of
sexual experience.”
    The mention of “S” word put me on
alert. This was creepy, and I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with
it. Brian must have sensed my distress.
    “ What made you come on the
site